Cinnamon Air

When you’re feeling fit and full of fight
Flowing streams of respect from the all the worlds cup
But it’s the loneliness that seeps in late, keeping you up
Whatever you thought was right
Can’t say you didn’t think it was wrong
Everybody thinks they’ve found what you got
Knowing full well you’ve stolen what they bought

Child, when you’re far gone, far away for a long one
Out with the dark and out with the dirt
I’ll be patiently awaiting you and your bags
all of your kinds of hurt
Sitting in a back porch kind of chair
Breathing your name in the cinnamon air

Wildwood flowers can’t grow without sun
And neither can you when you hide and you run
Off in the distance there’s a whipping wind growing
Covers the signs, hides away the highways coming
Curl up in my lap and I’ll see that you stay
Close to me sweetheart, close to my chest
But this is all just a dream cause it hasn’t happened yet

Child, when you’re far gone, far away for a long one
Out with the dark and out with the dirt
I’ll be patiently awaiting you and your bags
and all of your kinds of hurt
Sitting in a back porch kind of chair
Breathing your name in the cinnamon air

you'll want to remember this

never forget this aching in your shoulders, the tight soreness in both wrists from walking with metal sticks. hop, hop, hop...stop. catch your breath. shake wrists. curse the distance of a block.

the acute energy put into the required notification of all curbs, backpack straps, seating assignments, and stray legs on the bus. (guarding your weakness with striker like positioning i might add)

the downward free fall of all fluid and blood gorging itself in your left ankle.
resulting in a drunken-headache-feeling not dissimilar to just giving blood and my foot falling asleep. heavy as lead and feeling about 3x it's size.

no longer are sitting, standing, walking or getting around automatic thoughts. but come about after careful observations of each and every sidewalk, door and stair. (work brain work)

right leg, thank you for your unwavering support and balance. bravo!

and you! your mother like disposition tells me I should be remembering grace and human limitations. culminating in dependence on you. oh and i do,i do. i am delicate as grass; origins of dust and i have no right to assume tomorrow will not swipe me clean. but you have given me all the rights to breath and live and walk. and thanks for not letting me fall.

(a big, big thank you!)

You're Everywhere

If I were to swiftly ride a top a blazing star hell bent on glory and death, or to hold my breath and pinch both eyes under dark waters, adamant on sinking, or let all the atoms and synergy of my strongest muscles carry me out to dunes of sand desiring isolation, or climb an ancient redwood to the very top where there is no more tree wanting to fall, or curl up into a childlike position and hide under layers of sediment wishing to be alone, I couldn’t then nor can not now escape the all encompassing, inescapable,loving presence of our God, from Everlasting to Everlasting. Amen.